Alaric was consumed by the darkness, feeling the sudden urge to crawl up into a ball and transform into a rollybug.
"Come on, my love," Carmilla said with a lovely smile, linking arms with the saddened Vampire Duke. "The VIP stands are abuzz with activity; just look at Lord Dracula. The Competition should be starting any minute now."
"Mhmm…"
Suddenly feeling a lot better with the caring touch of his wife, Alaric's spirits were lifted. But it was only after little Zuzu hugged him that he fully recovered.
"Let's fuckkking gooo!! I love Tournaments!!! Come on, Cassius, you brat, kick some ass…!!!"
'Such a simple creature my husband is,' Carmilla thought in adoration. 'How cute…'
"Papa is a dummy," Zuzu stated. "The thingy hasn't even started yet. Why is Papa screaming?"
Alaric's whole existence froze. In his mind, the words "Papa" and "dummy" were repeated as if they were on an infinite loop. His torment was everlasting.
